Ch. 101: Chapter 101

CHAPTER 101. Bring It On

CHAPTER 101: Bring It On ~~Luke~~

I don't know if it's appropriate for the groom to cry on his wedding day, but right now, it's taking my entire self-control not to sob. My throat feels tight, my chest is heavy, and every muscle in my face is fighting. Screw it-who made that rule anyway?

Julie is walking toward me. Julie. My Julie. And it feels like the first time all over again-the day I saw her sitting on that barstool, drowning her sorrows in a glass of whiskey. I hadn't planned to approach her. I was headed toward the fire exit, escaping someone whose face I can't remember now. But then I saw her, and something in me shifted.

Now, here she is, making her way down the aisle, radiant in a dress that looks like it was sewn from clouds and moonlight. My breath catches in my throat, and I wonder if it's possible to actually combust from sheer awe.

Her maid of honor walks beside her, clutching her arm with a steadying hand, but Julie doesn't need it. She's poised, her eyes locked on mine.

"You're far gone, man," Kofi mutters from my side. "So fucking smitten. And honestly, I can see why. If you weren't my very, very good friend..." "Shut up, Kofi," Asher whispers sharply.